Born from the Genitals of Uranus
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The eyes of Aphrodite are more blue,
As blue as depths off Kythira, perhaps
As pale as blue waves mariners see through
Before they find the beach where white wave caps
Break, like the lace that women make by shores
Off Adriatic waves in Venice. Pale
Or darker blue, or more, the sailors’ oars
Pull though, the blues end up as foam-shaped veil.
The blues hold hints of milkiness at last
Before they hit the sand so briefly, though
Another shade of blue is seen beneath the mast
Between the darkest and the lightest glow.
Four different blues are in her pupils, eyes
Of different blues, unlike Aegean skies.